Month: September 2016

Every single Fall, without fail, my emotions start swirling around like fallen leaves caught in a brisk breeze. There is no rhyme or reason to it all either. It’s almost as if my mind decides to take an emotional dump on my logic and reason – thus bequeathing me with the daunting task of sorting through why I am feeling things I didn’t even care about not even a week ago. This time of year my emotions also like to rip open scars of wounds that (I thought) were healed. As if I didn’t…

Cleaning through my notes once again on my iPhone and iPad… The following are snippets about love, lust, and relationships I made sure to jot down over the years, as to not lose the thoughts and possibly (someday) use them for writing prompts. I’m not one to let words go to waste, so consider this Meteorites Part II. The title of this post is courtesy of the Lana Del Rey song, Summertime Sadness, which is very heartfelt and kinda my theme song these days. Also, the playlist that accompanies this post goes…

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Time Warp Stuck in a loop Close my eyes and remember Your touch – how I want your strong hands Grabbing, squeezing, caressing me Once again Our tongues dancing together Entangled in a passionate kiss My body still responds to your words Even after all this time has passed Between us Both in other worlds now Far from each other But still close as ever in our thoughts And dreams It’s mesmerizing Distracting Throwing me off-balance Even when I just think of you How is this, still… Wrestling with…

Being a teenager who was into punk and goth in the late 1980’s wasn’t as commonplace as it is today. I was labeled a freak, and being that freak teenager under the roof of my Mom-ster was bravery at its finest. Finding my individuality and voice – and keeping it – was important to me; I did all I could to keep it and most of all, my sanity. My style, as my musical taste, was a menagerie of punk rock, post-punk, new wave, dark wave and classic alternative. I loved wearing black –…